I have short blond-brown hair and I wear black glasses. I am 146 centimeters long, I don't have freckles or scars.

I'm a nice guy, and I have respect for everyone, even if I don't know them. I lose my respect for you when you don't have respect for me. And I won't forgive someone easily. I'm quite smart with general knowledge, especially history. I'm not entirely familiar with magic.

I went to a Muggle school, and had quite a lot of friends there, both boys and girls. I was a good student there, and had a lot of time with all of my friends, like going to the cinema or the park.

My mother is a witch from a pure-blood family and my father a Muggle. My mother kept the fact she was a witch a secret for my dad and me. My mom's family was full of witches and wizards, and they were okay with the fact that my mom married a Muggle. I have four cousins on my mothers side. I'm very good friends with my cousin Neil. When I was 10, my grandmother had her 72th birthday. There, Neil broke a toy I was playing with. I was very angry at him, I was so angry that a vase at the other side of the room broke. My mom and her family knew what time it was. She decided to tell me and my father everything about magic, and that I would attend Hogwarts the next year. My dad was even more surprised as he fainted.